Chapter Eight
Jacob
Ellie tasted like honey and smelled like strawberries. Never in my life had I thought that subtle scent would turn me on, and yet, it was suddenly an aphrodisiac.
The subtly sweet smell tugged at me, pulling me deeper and deeper into the flames flickering around us. Ellie made me crazy. Her bold request that I make her a promise—bold, not because she preferred to keep her brother out of this, but because I sensed considering a night with a man like me wasn’t something she did often. If ever.
That was intoxicating to me. I wasn’t accustomed to a woman tugging at me like this with a desire that ran so deep it may be reckless.
Ellie sighed into our kiss as I dove into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Every sound was heightened by the silence around us. Cloaked in shad
